The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1887-05-14

was she that helped me to get this
situation and there ismy story
"The beginning said Fanny Tus-
Ian, nibbling up the last crumb of
her lunch, "but not the end"
"Why not the cnd?"
ooh, because you'll see that the
end will be that you'll somehow 90
back to Hornblowcr Hall and the
cousin will be a stately dark-eyed
aristocrat, who will fall headlong in
love with you at first sight, nodded
Fanny.
Miss Verona laughed in spite of
herself.
"Thcn he may fall out again,
said she. There goes the bell. |
must get back to work-and so
must you children, the fairy story
is over; the work-a-day-hour is be-
ginning once more"
1t was still raining hard when
Miss Verona came out into ;hc
dreary autumn dust, where the west
pools glistened on the sidewalks. and
the gas lamps shonc sulkily through
the mist.
From the other side Of the street IL
shadow-like figure approached, the
radius of an umbrella extended it.
self over her head and her arm was
calmly pulled under that of Il tall
young man in waterproof coat.
ooh, Paul, is it you?" said Miss
Verona.
"Yes, it is l." assured 4 firm,
cheerful voice. Il knew you would
forget your umbrella"
yesterdays wind turned it in
side out and split the gingham into
ribbons" said Miss Verona, laughing
as she hurried along by the side of
her cousin, Paul Rothermcl. "Well
at all events, it was thoughtful of
you to come for me, Paul. But you
are always thoughtful"
Paul did not answer it it was his
way to be silent and abstracted.
"Well, what luck have you had
at the printinghouse to-day ?" asked
Miss Verona.
THE best of luck he answered..
"They have decided to accept my
invention, and put it into immediate
use on every press in the place. |
am to have five thousand dollars
down and three thousand Il year
royalty on my patent as they use it
which, if it don't turn out a poor
er thing than ! believe, will be for
ever and ever"
"Oh, Paul" cried Verona, breath
lessly.
81 am very glad Of this, Mary,
he said. "Do you know why?"
Il can guess"
"No, | don't believe you can quite
guess he said gently. 1T is be-
cause this has prompted.me to speak
out what has long been on my mind
to ask you, Mary, to be my wife.
You are one of the women; dear,
who should be IL born princess, in
stead of Il cashier, drudging all day
long behind desk. want to put
you on your throne again.
Dear Paul = She whispered softly
and just fort fraction ola moment
her little black straw bonnet crushed
its cluster Of scarlet poppies against
his waterproof shouldcr-"only put
me on the throne Of your heart and
keep me there; and that is all |
want As for my kingdom, why,
Homblower Hall
What about IIornblowcr Hall -
"Pcrhaps one day we may be rich
enough to buy it back. Not just
yet, Paul we are only beginning
the world as yet but some day"
"lIornblower Hall then be it,
said Paul, in Il dreamy, tar-on way.
suppose Mary, that you and and
the mother make Il holiday to-mor-
row, and 60 up and see what this
imaginary place is like
But it isn't imaginary, and ]
wouldn't for the world have the heir
suppose that we are about the prem
iscs that are lawfully his
"Oh, hang the felloww said Paul.
81 suppose he can't forbid us the
privilege of looking at Hornblowcr
Hall, can hc?"
Paul Rothcrmcl had his way. He
always did have his way, in a soft,
imperturbable fashion, which you
never fully comprehend until it had
gotten the better of you past all re-
covcry.
They took the train the next
morning, all three of thcm-Paul
having sent note of apology and
explanation to the proprietor of the
cashiers chair and went up to
Wcstport, where u depot carriage